Well, wonder no more!
Attached are pictures of my annual hatch. Despite having a heat lamp
to keep them roasty-toasty, they sleep by packing themselves in like
sardines, burying their little faces under their neighbor. The result
looks like a fluffy carpet or rug (with the odd wing, beak, or foot
sticking up out of the pile) that undulates as they breathe. The
little buggers are so damned cute, I can hardly stand it. And although
it may be difficult to believe, in just a fortnight they’ll all be as
ugly as sin (Ever seen an adolescent chicken? They’re definitely NOT
Cute Overload material!).
Happy New Year.